Salty fingers sift tentatively Crushed homes of crustaceans and invertebrates - bones Glitter flickers in morning sun tricking me Finally, a complete curl Nestles in the cusp Of my palm, cold water wrinkles.
So too, are you. A prize worth waiting for Admired amidst the mire of days and loves lost.
So too, nestled In the cracks and lines Of memories that ignite The heart's flame On cold midwinter night
How wholesome, it was said We did meet by river bed Rock pools swirling Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures A saltwater one, like me. Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
Count the stars of heaven 